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It’s an optical illusion
Has my brain had a contusion
I look on in rapt confusion
It’s a trick of the night

There’s a shadow in the doorway
Coming my way going your way
It’s as slippery as a moray
It’s a trick of the night

It’s shape is vague; it’s indistinct
I didn’t see from where it slinked
Would it vanish if I blinked
It’s a trick of the night

Dogs don’t pass, they turn and run
Like they’re seeking out the sun 
Even rats avoid the fun
It’s a trick of the night

Dust and dirt rise in the street 
At the tread of unseen feet
Something I care not to meet
It’s a trick of the night

There’s a creaking on my stairs
On my neck are prickling hairs
But she caught me unawares
It’s a trick of the night

There’s a beauty standing there
With a shimmer in her hair
Not a stitch of underwear
It’s a trick of the night

Manly acts I’ve quickly planned
But I do not understand
Is the dagger in her hand
Just a trick of the night

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